Perhaps this *drill* my own mother recited to usins was rekindled by this story....
*Any job, worth doing, is worth doing well.*
Yes and should be repeated often.
I grew up poor, raised my boys on my own for a decade after I threw their abusive dad out and divorced him, no welfare, couldn’t get child support on a regular basis. Made a whole $3.50 a hr in a wire harness factory. Didn’t know what a vacation was. Worked sick as a dog. Thank GOD for my parents for school days off. If the boys needed to go to the doc, I took the last hr off, so I’d not miss a whole days pay. We ate a lot of Mac N Cheese, meatless spaghetti and hot dogs.
So my boys learned to clean up after themselves, I had working 40+ hrs a week when I could get it, and enough keeping their clothes clean and the $65 a month shack we lived in with no telephone. I mowed the grass until the oldest was able to.
Grandson is now 15 and works for his dad making pizzas for Papa John’s where his dad is the manager. Works as many days as the state will let him, pays for his own phone and any game his dad permits.
Want it work for it.